“After that,” she goes on, “Jack and the baby and I will be quite happy.”
“The baby? Have you a baby?”
“Why, of course.”
“And you say you are lonely? I should think that the baby would——”
“Yes, of course, so it would, but don’t you see, Jack’s mother, who lives with us, went to visit some friends in the country—Montclair, do you know where that is?—and she thought it would do the little fellow good and she took him along, and now I am so sorry I let him go.”
Isn’t it too beautiful for anything, and isn’t she an artist of whom Jack ought to be very proud?
“Well, I am a little lonely myself,” says the business man from Dayton, O., “and I think you and I ought to cheer one another up. What do you think about that proposition?”
“Well, I don’t know. It’s very nice to have you talk to me, but I feel a little bit frightened about it all. You know I never spoke to a strange man on the street before like this, and I am sure that Jack wouldn’t like it if——”
“Yes, but Jack isn’t here now. Who knows what he is doing? You know these traveling men when they get away from home and home ties have been known to——”
“Yes, but not my Jack. You don’t know him. He would never do anything wrong, for he told me so.”